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too? She didnā€™t have words for that.

The Scooper was finished. Triz stood up and looked at her hands. Sheā€™d raised a blister on the heel of one thumb. It would heal. It would have to. She needed to fill the fuel tanks. She needed to work faster.

The soft patter of falling water reached her ears. The sound stopped her completely.

Her head turned toward the wrenchworks office, and her body followed. She stepped over Kaloā€™s wadded shirt on the floor, his trousers, his boots. The fading emergency lights lit the office a dull blue; she pushed on the half-closed door to the staff shower, where Kalo sat beneath the spray. He mightā€™ve been here the whole time she worked. It was closed-circuit water, devoted to the works, so there was no ration to use up. But he must have used up the remaining heat without the ambient generators flowing to power the heating elements: his skin was raised in gooseflesh.

So he didnā€™t leave after all.

ā€œKalo. Get out of there.ā€

ā€œI thought of rescuing Casne before you did, you know. Not with a starfighter, just on my own two feet. Shooting my way into Justice like the hero in a bad ā€˜port drama.ā€ He turned his hands palm upward; one collected water, while droplets cascaded down the slack one. ā€œIf Iā€™d had the conviction to act right away . . .ā€

ā€œYouā€™d probably be in a Justice cell yourself. Or maybe youā€™d be dead too.ā€ Dead. That word jumped in Trizā€™s mouth. It made things too real, brought them in from their safe distance. She edged forward, put herself under the icy spray of the shower. The cold cut her to the bone, and the water washed away the things she couldnā€™t handle yet. One thing at a time. And at this time, she needed a pilot.

At this time, she needed someone who wasnā€™t gone.

She put her arms around him and shared his shivering. The elbows of her shirt wept dirty water. Triz didnā€™t cry. She wasnā€™t ready to open that reservoir yet. It ran deep, and she didnā€™t want to look at the things lurking below the surface. Sheā€™d already mourned once, for the Casne who was unjustly arrested; she couldnā€™t plumb those depths afresh already. She reached over her head and turned the water shutoff. ā€œKalo,ā€ she said. She put her hand on his neck; he lifted his head and met her eyes. ā€œWe need to move.ā€

He complied and climbed to his feet. Some vestige of military discipline kicking in. They found spare clothes in the crew lockers. Triz dressed in her own clean tunic and leggings; she rifled through the othersā€™ things to produce something usable for Kalo. He shrugged into one of her old shirts, which stretched too tight across his shoulders, and cinched a pair of Quelianā€™s sagging pants about his waist. There was nothing for it but to shove his feet back into his own sodden boots. ā€œAre you spaceworthy?ā€ she asked, and his chin jerked in a nod. ā€œGood.ā€

From the wrenchworks proper, a rhythmic banging echoed its way to them. Triz stiffened; Kaloā€™s head came up. ā€œRocan,ā€ he said, and he was already striding toward the door.

Before he left the office, Kaloā€™s good hand went to an empty pocket where a Fleet sidearm might usually rest. He looked over his shoulder at Triz, and if he was afraid, it didnā€™t show on his face. ā€œStay here. Iā€™ll take care of this.ā€

ā€œWhat are you going to do, slap him to death?ā€ Triz swallowed irritation with an undercurrent of anxiety and shoved in front of him so she alone occupied the office doorway. She craned her neck for a better view of the wrenchworks. ā€œBesides, Iā€™m not so sure itā€™s him.ā€ Kalo made an irritated noise and wedged himself between her and the door. The sound repeated itself: the same pattern of knocks sheā€™d heard the first time. ā€œThat wasnā€™t coming from the lift, it was coming from . . .ā€

ā€œThe airlock,ā€ he finished. He slammed her arm aside and crossed the works at a dead run before she knew what was happening.

ā€œWait!ā€ He was already keying in an order at the terminal at the base of the works. Beneath Trizā€™s feet, the floor hummed and jumped as mechanical gears ground together. The outer airlock was dilating, and gods only knew what lay on the other side. ā€œWhat are you doing? If thereā€™s a Ceebee entry team out there, we donā€™t stand a chance.ā€

ā€œItā€™s not an entry team.ā€ The humming beneath Trizā€™s feet stopped briefly, then began cycling again. Closing the outer doors, pumping air into the sealed chamber. She stepped back from the lock, avoiding the lifttrain that would have hefted whatever wounded ship waited inside. Maybe a canister of spray sealant could function as a makeshift weaponā€”if she could find a hose she could spray it in an unguarded faceā€”

The inner doors dilated with a hiss of cold, misty air. Kalo dropped to his belly at the widening rim. ā€œGive me your hand,ā€ he said, and thrust one arm, his good one, down into the lock. Five space-dark fingers with frost-spangled stars closed around his wrist.

Trizā€™s heart leaped sideways in her chest. She ran across the works and left skin on the decking where she threw herself down beside Kalo. Casne clung one-handed to Kaloā€™s arm: She must have jumped from the bottom of the lock ten feet below. Triz stretched with both arms and Casne flung her free hand up to grab a second hold. Her fingers were so cold they burned, but Triz didnā€™t care. Casneā€™s boots paddled the misty air, but she cranked her head back to find Triz. Ice rimed her face. Her frozen features were split into a stupid grin.

Trizā€™s throat spasmed. ā€œI couldā€™ve gotten a ladder if youā€™d waited one shitting minute.ā€ Her arms strained, Kalo grunted, and then they were moving back as Casneā€™s boots found purchase on the lip of the airlock. For a moment, they all stared at

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